Pacific Northwest Werebears(40)

She slowly pulled out back down the dirt road. Wyatt hopped into his truck and followed her until she was back to the interstate. He had to at least make sure she didn’t have any issues out in the woods where there was little cell reception and it took a while for medical services to respond.

Wyatt watched her tail lights fade into the distance and with a sigh pointed the truck back to the camp.

He pulled in and saw that Cage’s truck was still in the parking lot along with Conner’s. He thanked his lucky stars neither of his parent’s cars were there.

Pulling open the office door, he found Cage sitting at his desk with Conner taking up one of the two chairs on the opposite side.

Wyatt fell into the empty one and leaned forward dropping his face into his hands. His brothers didn’t say anything for a while. Then Wyatt heard Cage’s desk drawer open and felt Conner get up and walk to the coffee station.

Glancing up he saw his big brother had somehow managed to procure a bottle of whiskey and his little brother had tossed three paper cups onto the desk. Cage poured a measure into each cup and raised it in a toast to Wyatt.

“Apparently lightning strikes twice,” he offered then took a drink.

“Shit,” Wyatt said and drank.

“I hope this isn’t going around. I’m too young for this shit,” Conner declared and drank his whiskey with a sputter. He was only forty-five for pete’s sake, still a cub.

“Oh, it seems the fates have grand plans for our family, baby brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if your mate didn’t come knocking tomorrow,” Cage said with a gleeful smile.

“You didn’t call mom did you?” Wyatt asked with a growl. The whiskey was burning down his throat but the warmth seeping into his veins wasn’t all that bad.

“Hell yes, I did you little bastard. You sicced them on me when my mate was in the hospital for Christ’s sake. You think I wouldn’t do the same to you?”

“Yeah well, I don’t think my mate even likes me,” Wyatt muttered into his cup.

“Oh, did poor little Wyatt strike out?” Conner taunted.

“Shut your pie hole, runt,” Wyatt said taking a mock swing at Conner. This just made Conner break out in gleeful laughter.

“She doesn’t seem to find me the least bit interesting. I asked to see her again and she shot me down. My bear is not happy and neither am I,” he said tossing his empty at Cage for a refill.

Cage offered the cup back and then propped his feet on his desk. He seemed to be contemplating some grand declaration. After a few minutes where Conner kept laughing and looking between the two of them Cage cleared his throat.

“Go get her.”

“Really, after all of that, that is your advice?” Wyatt said exasperated.

“Yup, go get her. You have to convince her that you really like her. That you want to see her and then don’t let her push you away. The more time you spend with her, the more she will feel the pull to you. It’s there, she just may not understand it yet. Drop in on her at work, bring her flowers, woo her,” Cage said like it was obvious.

“Easy for you to say, Sophie was incapacitated when you were ‘wooing’ her. She was drugged and unable to resist your feeble attempt at charm,” Wyatt smarted back.

“Worked didn’t it? I have a beautiful mate, who is going to be my wife and I’m getting it good every night. I know you haven’t dated in years. It was getting old for you just like it did with me. It wasn’t enough, and your bear wasn’t going to settle.”

Dropping his head back, Wyatt stared at the ceiling. Pursue her, woo her, and hopefully if the fates allowed, bed her.

As soon as Wyatt came to his decision to take his simpleton brother’s advice a pair of headlights flashed through the window from outside. It was just about twilight and most of the crew had settled in for the night. That could mean only one thing.

His parents.

“My baby!” Connie Rochon cried out as she entered the office, Wyatt’s father in tow behind.

“Hey, I thought I was your baby!” Conner whined.

“Oh hush you, your brother has found his mate! I’m gonna be a grandmomma!”

This declaration made Cage burst out laughing.

“Hey she’s expecting them from you first numbnuts,” Wyatt threw out at him.

“Yeah, but the look on your face is priceless! I want cubs, so does Sophie so it’s inevitable. You can’t even get a date with your mate,” Cage said still laughing.

Edward Rochon walked behind his oldest son and cuffed him upside the head. “Be nice.”

“Hey! He thought me finding my mate was hysterical. It’s his turn to be tormented,” Cage whined.